The silver beast radiated power; her scales shone in the bright light of the elemental world like a sun's glare over the desert. A moment later, the drakon disappeared and was replaced with a young woman. Fey clicked her tongue in frustration at her silver tresses; they seemed to have grown all the way to the back of her calves again.
"Need some help?" Nix dropped stealth a few meters away; in truth, it was the third time he secretly checked up on her in the last day. He had a large bundle of white cloth under one arm; Fey refused to wear other colors.
"I've gotten stronger." Fey's pretty face glowed with contentment; it had taken her a long time to absorb the wildling heart. She sat down at the edge of the pool and started braiding her hair while Nix set up a crafting queue.